Angèle has (almost) nothing going for her

ARTICLE LONG FORMAT, JONAS FOLLONIER | It's one of the things that defines Le Regard Libre: the pleasure we take in making discordant voices heard, in their raw sincerity. Either discordant with what we usually read, hear and see. Or discordant within the magazine's own editorial team. So when my dear colleague Loris S. Musumeci, an unlikely admirer of Angèle, tried to sell me a feature on the artist, I immediately agreed. And for a very simple reason: Angèle represents everything that puts me off in today's French variété. I was also certain that Loris's love for the singer, once put down on paper, would take on a certain singularity compared to that of his many other lovers. Perhaps my analysis, based on original disgust, would also lead to something original...